You beast you!
How you love to toy with my being and convince me you are smart!
Where are you? Show me your face!
Oh. You have no face?
You are the face before me…now this one and now that set of eyes.
You are the past and that annoying judgment.
You are that look that I give my own reflection when I notice a roll of fat.
Gosh – you are everywhere.
A perspective born from the imbalance of my very own interpretation on who I am
Read Cheri’s book on fear if you want to read the Buddhist perspective. It’s wonderfully illustrated and one of the first books I read on Fear.